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Nolan does his best not to smirk at the same time he braces his arms on the counter. “Towing services are twenty-four seven. Mechanic services are eight to five Monday through Friday and ten to four on Saturdays. Closed on Sundays.” He cocks his head in a condescending fashion. “Guess the F in Friday today stands for fucked.”
“Are you always this sunshiney?”
“Yes,” I answer in a small airy chuckle. “And he starts drinking at five to not get grumpy.”
This time it’s her who smirks.
“Since we can’t get you in today-”
“Won’t.”
“How about we store your car free of charge until the morning?” It’s impossible to keep hope out of my voice. “Will that help?”
Frustration I couldn’t recognize more if it bitch slapped me in the face has her flinging loose strands away from her dark eyes. “Fine.”
“You mean thank you,” Nolan practically growls.
“I mean lower my car from its flat prison to the driveway, so that I can crawl into the backseat for the night.”
Consternation and dread battle for reign in my stomach prompting me to practically bark, “You can’t sleep in the backseat of your fucking car.”
“I don’t think I was asking, Codename: Kids Next Door.”
“But-”
“And I don’t think I need your permission.”
“No, but-”
“And I’ve done the shit before.” Both hands slam on the counter space prompting me to jump back in surprise. “And it looks like I’m about to fucking do it again.”
Chapter 4
Bunny
How is it I always get myself into bullshit?
Without trying.
Having to pee at a carnival only to nearly get kidnapped by a carny who thought I’d follow him to his van for a teddy bear?
Not trying.
Getting my bag confiscated by airport security only to find out it wasn’t my bag and the new to the job agent had tagged it by mistake?
Not trying.
Innocently fleeing from a stalker in the middle of the night who has made my life a living hell for the past three years?
Not. Trying.
You know most of the women I’ve crossed paths with in my life summon the fucked-up shit to them. They drink too much or shop too much or do too many mushrooms. They invite problems into their lives because they don’t wanna deal with something, which is way different than trying to deal with something and failing.
For instance, filing a police report only to have it get “lost”.
Filing another in a different city only to have the same thing occur.
Requesting a restraining order in a different state only to be told nothing can be done because there’s no proof that I’ve been assaulted or threatened or victimized.
